Chapter 82

Sword comes, people go.

The sword technique from the Ancient Tomb School was finally fully revealed to the world at this moment.

It was both martial and dance.

Yang Guo, Xiaolongnü, and Chilian Fairy started with almost identical sword techniques. Each of them was proficient in the basic and advanced sword techniques of the Ancient Tomb School. When they made their moves, they almost knew what the others would do.

The three swords clashed in mid-air, but strangely, there was no contact.

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü’s long swords always avoided Li Mochou’s sharp sword just as it was about to touch their own.

The crowd was not surprised by this. After all, the move that severed three swords had already shocked the martial world. It was the first time they had seen such a sharp sword. Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü’s actions were thus understandable.

In the confrontation on the stage, the people below were pondering how to face Chilian Fairy’s incomparably sharp sword. Many martial artists concluded that close combat would definitely put them at a disadvantage.

Unless they engaged in mid-to-long-range combat, they could not suppress Chilian Fairy Li Mochou.

For example, the Finger Force of the Yellow Medicine Master or the One Yang Finger of the First Light Master, or using overwhelming internal strength to forcefully push the opponent away, or using unparalleled skills to disarm the opponent. Otherwise, facing Li Mochou with the Crescent Moon Sword, most people would be at a disadvantage.

And now, on the stage, the only one who could resist Chilian Fairy was probably the great侠客 Guo Jing.

While countless martial artists were lost in thought, the battle on the stage continued.

Fist techniques!

Light body techniques!

And the Jade Maiden Sword Technique!

The battle on the stage had become a showcase for the Ancient Tomb School’s martial arts. Although it looked graceful, those with discerning eyes could see the ruthlessness. The three swords did not touch, but each move was aimed at killing the opponent.

"… This sword technique!!!"

In the crowd, Sun Buer frowned. The sword techniques of the Ancient Tomb School were a surprise to Sun Buer and Hao Datong. Even Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zijing beside them could see the problem. They exchanged glances and all came to the same conclusion.

The Ancient Tomb School’s sword techniques were specifically designed to counter the Quanzhen School’s sword techniques!

Hao Datong had already felt this when he clashed with Sun Po Po. He found it difficult to fully exert his skills.

Could it be that the founder, Wang Chongyang, and the Ancient Tomb School…

This thought flashed through Yin Zhiping’s mind, and once it appeared, it could not be erased.

Similarly,

Guo Jing could also see that the Ancient Tomb School’s sword techniques were designed to counter the Quanzhen School’s. He was very familiar with the Quanzhen School’s sword techniques, but the techniques of Chilian Fairy, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnü all revealed a way to counter the Quanzhen School.

However, Guo Jing was puzzled and did not understand the fundamental reason. In his mind, he was only surprised by the deep enmity between the founder of the Ancient Tomb School and the Quanzhen School.

"…"

Cold eyes, cold sword.

Chilian Fairy Li Mochou was becoming impatient with the other side’s avoidance of sword contact and their reliance on technique. Although she had not used the sword techniques for a long time, she still remembered them. However, she had not learned the dual-sword technique or the Ancient Tomb School’s main martial arts.

At first, it was fine, but as time went on, accidents were bound to happen!

After all, her main focus now was the Five Toxins’ secret techniques, the Ice Soul Silver Needle, the Five Toxins Palm, and the Feather Duster. But in this situation, using a weapon, Li Mochou had the advantage of the weapon, but was also constrained by it.

If the competition was based on technique, Li Mochou would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Li Mochou suddenly retreated, and her left hand touched the feather duster at her waist.

With a shake, the white feather duster, like a silver dragon, instantly locked onto Xiaolongnü’s long sword and arm. With a pull, Xiaolongnü was forcibly dragged over, and Li Mochou raised her sword to strike.

"Auntie!"

Yang Guo was terrified, his heart almost jumping out of his throat. He thrust his sharp sword directly at Li Mochou’s chest, trying to attack the enemy to save himself and force Li Mochou back.

However,

Chilian Fairy completely ignored Yang Guo’s sword thrusting at her chest and, without hesitation, slashed down with the Crescent Moon Sword.

"Miss Long, be careful!"

The women on the side of the stage, including Huang Rong, were terrified. They had a good impression of Miss Long. Seeing her about to fall to Chilian Fairy, they could not help but cry out in alarm.

With no choice, Yang Guo, seeing that Li Mochou did not dodge, had to use his sword to block hers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive dull sounds, the long sword was severed. In the spray of blood, the three figures separated and fell to the ground.

...

Shock! Surprise! And astonishment!

In the brief confrontation, the one who was injured was Chilian Fairy Li Mochou, who had been in the dominant position.

The broken sword fell to the ground, and a golden bell rolled on the stage, making a clear sound. White silk fragments were scattered in the air.

The one who injured Li Mochou was clearly Xiaolongnü’s Golden Bell Whip.

Chilian Fairy held back!

Unlike Yang Guo, who was worried about his aunt, the people below, including Yue Yuan, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Jinlun Fawang, and Quanzhen’s Hao Datong and Sun Buer, all saw the problem.

Li Mochou had held back during the confrontation.

And as the party involved, Xiaolongnü could also feel it. She was now looking at her senior sister Li Mochou in astonishment.

"..."

Her gaze lingered on the golden bell rolling on the stage for a long time before Li Mochou lifted her head, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, and said coldly, "Little Sister, good skills!"

"Again!"

She casually threw the broken feather duster to the ground and spread her right hand, saying, "This time, I won’t be distracted."

With a wave of her left hand, a famous hidden weapon, the Ice Soul Silver Needle, shot out toward Yang Guo.

"Be careful, Guo-er!"

Below the stage, Guo Jing was extremely worried and called out. Unfortunately, his warning came too late. Although Yang Guo avoided most of the Ice Soul Silver Needles, two still pierced his arm.

In the intense pain, Yang Guo did not have time to curse before he saw Li Mochou following up. She raised her left palm and thrust her right hand’s long sword at the rushing Xiaolongnü.

Bang!

Yang Guo raised his palm to meet Li Mochou’s, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose as he was almost thrown back.

"Chilian Fairy, how dare you!!!"

In a burst of anger, Guo Jing leaped from his seat onto the stage and struck Li Mochou with the powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The fierce wind blew in her face, but she ignored Guo Jing’s palm and stopped. Her gaze finally landed on Yue Yuan, who was standing below the stage, restraining Huo Du.

Her gaze was a mix of resentment, sighing, and deep longing.

In that instant, Yue Yuan felt he understood why Li Mochou suddenly stepped onto the stage in front of everyone.

Stepping onto the stage was to prove to the world that she, Li Mochou, was not just Chilian Fairy.

Unfortunately,

How could people’s perceptions change?

The world is harder to change than the江山 (江山 can be translated as 'the country' or 'the throne'). Even if the Mongols became the leaders, it did not give her the qualification… In such a situation, Li Mochou’s heart must have been filled with disappointment!

A deep, bone-chilling disappointment!

It turned out she was still just Chilian Fairy!

A slight smile appeared on her lips, and with a warm laugh, Yue Yuan slapped Huo Du away and leaped up. In the sunlight, surrounded by a golden glow, Yue Yuan shot toward the stage like an arrow.

"Ask the world, what is love, that it makes life and death so intertwined.

From the south to the north, the two birds fly together, through many cold and hot seasons.

Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, there are those who are deeply in love.

You should have words, through the vast clouds and the snow-covered mountains, where will the lone figure go?"

In the first half of the poem, Yue Yuan’s figure, like a yellow lightning bolt, appeared before Chilian Fairy Li Mochou, his right hand forming a palm to meet Guo Jing’s angry strike.

Boom!

First, there was a dull sound in the air, then the wooden boards under Yue Yuan’s feet exploded and scattered.

Humph!

With a muffled groan, a flush appeared on Yue Yuan’s face, then turned pale, and finally returned to normal. Facing Guo Jing’s furious strike, Yue Yuan had taken the blow but was already injured internally.

As he spun, Yue Yuan redirected the force of Guo Jing’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the ground, then grabbed Li Mochou and avoided the flying wood chips. He also picked up the golden bell from the ground.

"On the road across the Fen River, the flutes and drums of the past are silent, the misty smoke still lingers.

The soul-summoning incantations are in vain, the mountain spirits weep in the wind and rain.

Even the heavens are jealous, I do not believe that the orioles and swallows will turn to dust.

For thousands of years, the poets will come to visit the place of the wild geese."

In the golden robe and the sound of the bell, the second half of the poem continued. Looking down at the pale face of Chilian Fairy Li Mochou, Yue Yuan gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and murmured, "No sorrow! No sorrow!"

Amid the astonishment of the crowd, only the brilliant gold and apricot yellow on the stage shone in the sunlight.

Bright and passionate.

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